After buying the piglet fries, I walked forward and, after about four or five stalls, I came across a stall selling live poultry. The stall was bustling with activity, with more than a dozen middle-aged women crowding around picking out chickens.
The question was: "Is this Qingyuan chicken?"
The one said, "Give me two yellow-feathered chickens."
Zuo Ling had never heard of Qingyuan chicken, but she had definitely heard of Sanhuang chicken. Many large supermarkets in Beijing sell Sanhuang chicken.
Zuo Ling bought it once. She didn't add any oil, but stewed it purely with the chicken's own oil. There was a thick layer of oil on the surface of the soup. She ate it over several meals and added water three or four times before the oil flavor became less pronounced. It was definitely a good chicken.
I bought 5 Qingyuan chickens and 5 Sanhuang chickens, 1 male and 4 females, to enrich the variety of poultry in my space.
Finding a secluded spot, I sent 10 chickens to my space to keep the two chickens that had bullied the waterfall company.
The arrival of outsiders startled the native chickens, who huddled in a corner, trembling, and looked timidly at their new neighbors, showing none of the arrogance they displayed when they saw the waterfall.
The breeding space is too small; with 12 chickens, there's not even enough room for them to run around and play.
Zuo Ling had no choice but to squeeze in for now. She wanted to improve the living conditions for everyone.
Unfortunately, the conditions don't allow it.
Zuo Ling gradually bought more fish sauce from Aotou, fermented black beans from Yangjiang, seaweed, dried abalone, dried oysters, etc., as well as seasonings and ingredients for cooking.
She continued browsing until a cold chain vendor notified Zuo Ling that all the goods had been delivered to the cold storage and asked her to inspect and accept them. Only then did she reluctantly leave the morning market.
With fewer and fewer days filled with the warmth of everyday life, Zuo Ling cherishes every single moment.
Zuo Ling had no idea how much seafood 20 million could buy.
When I saw the four huge cold storage rooms, packed full on five floors, I finally remembered to do the math.
Zheng Ming once brought back a box of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, 4 crabs, for 1680 yuan, 420 yuan each.
At 400 each, 20 million could buy 25 tons of hairy crabs.
Most of the seafood that Zuo Ling bought was not as expensive as the hairy crabs, and the quantity was even greater.
Zuo Ling did not weigh each item individually, stating that she believed the merchant would not cheat her.
The merchant was delighted that Zuo Ling's character had been recognized and promised to give her an even better discount next time she came.
After seeing the merchants off and closing the cold storage door, Zuo Ling put the seafood, still covered in ice, into her storage space.
I must commend the merchant; they were indeed very thoughtful and meticulous in their work.
Rows of seafood, arranged by category, were neatly and cleanly organized, with impeccable packaging and excellent presentation.
Zuo Ling randomly tested the meat of several kinds of seafood; it was firm and elastic, so it should all be fresh.
A customer who buys 20 million worth of seafood in one go is considered a big spender. Any merchant who would dare to cheat a big spender with old stock would be out of business.
After leaving the cold storage, Zuo Ling drove aimlessly around the streets.
When I see a car repair shop, I go in and buy car supplies such as engine oil, lubricating oil, antifreeze, windshield washer fluid, and air freshener.
If you happen to come across a pet store, buy some common pet medications and get some clothes for Waterfall to wear, dressing it up like a little girl.
Zuo Ling herself could dress more simply, but the clothes she chose for the waterfall were either bright red or bright yellow; whichever color was the most eye-catching, she would buy.
I thought the waterfall would feel too restrictive and wouldn't want to wear it.
As a result, I turned around and saw the waterfall wiggling its bottom in front of the mirror, looking at itself back and forth.
Zuo Ling found it amusing; regardless of species, the desire for beauty in women (females) exists in both humans and rabbits.
After buying clothes, I also bought several baby dining tables for the waterfall, along with a few cute little bibs.
Sitting at the dining table, the waterfall was breathtakingly beautiful.
Ever since the waterfall was fed space water, its intelligence has skyrocketed, and it seems to be able to compete with a four- or five-year-old child.
The pet store has a special pet dryer, but since the pet's fur is short and dries quickly after a bath, Zuo Ling still bought two of them.
In extremely cold weather, it's good to warm up the waterfall.
After leaving the pet store, Zuo Ling went to the dessert shop to order cakes, but not too many varieties.
Of the items I bought yesterday, a few didn't suit Zuo Ling's taste, so I picked out seven or eight that I was sure would be delicious and ordered 50 servings of each.
On the way, we picked up the cake we ordered yesterday. Waterfall's eyes lit up, and she waved her little paws, whining for a bite.
Zuo Ling patted its head:
"We're going to eat something delicious later. I'm full now, so I won't be able to eat anything later."
The waterfall immediately became docile.
The night market stalls in Hanashi are more lively than those in Kyoto. Many people say that life in Hanashi doesn't really begin until after 2 p.m.
At the entrance of the night market, Zuo Ling grabbed an oversized tray from a table and headed straight for the claypot rice stall.
At street food stalls, you pay first and then eat.
Whether you come or leave, nobody cares; as long as you pay, you can pick up your food.
Two claypot rice dishes with Chinese sausage, one claypot rice dish with frog legs, and one claypot rice dish with Chinese duck filled the plate perfectly.
Most of the people who come to the night market food stalls are young people. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the delicious food on the stalls, and they walk in a hurry, not having time to pay attention to others.
Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, he turned his back to them, scanned the area with his mind, and found that three of the four items were missing.
Claypot rice tastes best when served in its own pot; it loses its flavor when cooked in other dishes.
The tableware at the night market stalls is a variety of items, and there are people who collect the tableware, clean it, and then distribute it to each stall.
Zuo Ling mainly disliked the hassle, not because she coveted the few pieces of tableware.
A claypot rice dish costs several tens of dollars, and the merchant can only make a small profit at most. Zuo Ling used this excuse to justify her stealing the tableware.
Continue walking forward, order two servings of creamy prawns and a plate of fried rice noodles.
Turn around, and two out of four items are gone.
From one end of the street to the other, Zuo Ling's plate always remained with only one or two portions.
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